This morning began our open-ended road trip extravaganza. After a sad- nay, heart-wrenching- good-bye to Daddy, I buckled the kids in the van and immediately learned my first road trip lesson:
do NOT play Pinocchio as a distraction for children missing their Daddy.
And I quote, “Papa! Papa! Please come back. I promise I’ll be good. Don’t go!”
Um, thanks Pinocchio. Keep an eye out for a bill to cover their counseling for psychological damage at formative ages.
Second road trip lesson learned ten miles down the road: kids prone to car-sickness will have heightened symptoms if watching a movie while driving.
Hey, live and learn (or some other cliche phrase that is supposed to add insight.)
I got this!
I got this?
I’m torn on which form of punctuation most accurately depicts how I feel about day 1 on the road.